mission. blow.

And success.




It is 3am. I can not sleep. Fairly blown, if you know what I mean.



A this point that's kind of all I have to say. I need to write, pen to paper. Typing just doesn't cut it at times. I don't particularly have anything to write, but whenever I feel this need to project outwards, to be outside of myself, to purge, to rid the excess...